Bradley Ulysses Thompson III glared at the screen and snarled. Angrily, he banged a few keys, then cursed when the resulting graph was not to his liking. He threw his pencil into the cubicle wall where the sharpened point buried into the fabric, holding for a second before gravity triumphed and the yellow stick toppled to the floor. Storming from his office, he snapped at his two clerks, using their (mostly imagined and greatly exaggerated) shortcomings to vent his frustration. Leaving one in tears, he stalked out. It was 11:45, close enough to lunch.

He scowled at everyone he passed in the halls. He'd been in such a lousy mood recently. He didn't know why, and on the surface he didn't really care. So he was being selfish and inconsiderate. Big deal.

As he strode from the building's main entrance, a man in a suit approached. "Brad Thompson?"

Brad glanced at the fellow in annoyance. "Yeah, what do you..." Something stung the back of his neck and the world went black.

Brad awoke with a groan. Opening his eyes, he blinked at the fuzzy shapes spinning before him. As things began to solidify, he saw a body builder in an expensive Italian suit. The same man who had asked his name.

"What's going on? Where am I?" Brad tried to jump to his feet, but his head started spinning again and he fell heavily back to the sofa. He closed his eyes and moaned.

"Easy there, Brad. You'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Who are you?" Brad whispered.

"Guido. That's all you need to know."

A few moments later, Guido gently eased Brad upright.

"What do you want with me?" Brad asked, his eyes still closed and head pounding.

"Well, Brad, it seems that recently you've been a very bad boy."

Brad opened his eyes and glared.

"There's a very special young lady whom you've been ignoring. It's been over a week, and you won't take her calls or return her email. You won't even tell her why."

Brad scowled. "I'll get to it! I've been busy!"

"Busy? Too busy to pick up the phone, or type in a short message saying you are still alive?"

Brad shrugged defiantly. "I do what I want, when I want! She can just wait!!"

"Well, Mister-I-Do-What-I-Want, the little lady is tired of waiting, so she decided to be proactive." Guido yanked Brad to his feet.

Brad started to resist, when he suddenly noticed his clothes. "Hey, what the hell?" His regular suit was gone, replaced by a white shirt, navy blazer and tie, and short grey trousers with matching knee socks.

Guido smiled as he dragged Brad into the next room. There, sitting in a straight backed chair in the middle of the floor was the woman he'd been ignoring. She smiled. "My, don't you look fetching, little boy."

Brad's face turned red as Guido pushed him to her side. "What..."

"Brad, you've been acting like a spoiled brat. Not only have you acted irresponsibly toward me, but you've been insufferable to your coworkers. You know what the penalty is for improper behavior." She pointed to his trousers. "Drop them."

Desperate, Brad turned to flee, but Guido blocked his escape.

He spun back to the girl. "No, Alysse! You can't!"

"Of course I can, silly boy. You've never had any problem adjusting my attitude. I'm merely returning the favor."

"But..."

"Oh, take it like a man, Brad. Don't make Guido remove your pants for you."

Trembling, Brad unfastened his short trousers and they fell to the floor.

"Underwear too. Bare bottom spankings only, remember? That's your rule."

"No!" He glanced at Guido who was nonchalantly trimming his fingernails with an ornately carved long-bladed knife. Brad knew he was trapped.

With his stomach doing somersaults, he slowly pushed his undershorts to his knees, never taking his eyes from the girl.

She nodded approvingly, then patted her lap. "Come on, now. Let's get this over with. I always feel cleansed after a good spanking. I'm sure you will too."

Brad was sure of no such thing. Yes, he enjoyed blistering her bottom, holding her tightly as she squirmed and moaned across his lap and watching as her cheeks turned from pale to fiery red. But he was the Top! He was supposed to give the spankings, not receive them!

With a last glance to make sure Guido was still blocking the door, he awkwardly lowered himself across her lap. It was then that he saw the hairbrush lying on the floor. The same hairbrush he had used on her just two weeks ago. "I'll get you for this, Alysse."

She pushed him forward and patted his upturned behind. "Perhaps. Providing I decide to continue our relationship after your recent misbehavior. You don't call all the shots, young man. I have a life too, and you should consider it a privilege if I allow you to remain part of it. Guido, you may wait outside. Our little boy is obviously a bit shy."

Guido nodded, stepped out, and closed the door as Alysse began to lecture.

"Now that I have your attention, it's time for a little chat. Our last date was less than stellar, but I understand things can't be perfect all the time, so I'm willing to overlook my disappointment. What I will not tolerate is your behavior since. I have left you several voice mails, but you won't return my calls. I've sent you email, but you won't reply. If you want to end our relationship, that's fine. But the responsible thing to do is to say that, not ignore me. However, since you want to act like a selfish little boy, I'll treat you like one."

He found himself listening to her with a bit of pride. She was good, delivering the same lines he would have used if their situations were reversed. "I taught her well", he thought. "She really did pay attention to me." He would have smiled, but his eyes couldn't seem to turn away from the hairbrush.

Before he could respond, her hand began sharply smacking his behind. He jumped with the noise of the first few before realizing that they didn't really hurt. "She's just a girl," he thought smugly. "This won't be too bad."

Her pace quickened and he began to change his mind. While the smacks weren't nearly as hard as those he could deliver to her, she was rapidly striking one area several times in a row before moving to the next, with each set growing in intensity.

In less than two minutes, he began to squirm. After three minutes, the sting was becoming very unpleasant, but he figured she would tire out soon. At five minutes he threw his hand back for protection, but she deftly pinned his wrist and continued.

His bottom was on fire! "Stop! That's enough!" He tried to stand.

"I will decide when you've had enough, young man. The only decision you get to make is whether or not Guido holds you down. I can't believe you're such a baby. You wouldn't even consider this a warmup on my bottom." She resumed spanking him with gusto.

He started to whimper, but was determined to ride it out without Guido. Now it was a matter of pride, and he was sure she couldn't last much longer. By ten minutes he was complaining loudly, sure she was killing him. At last she stopped and sighed.

"Ah, such a lovely red. Just the right shade for a naughty boy." He relaxed, pleased that it was over, and furious with her for the entire event. But he hadn't cried. "So who's the baby?" he thought.

Then his blood turned to ice as she reached down and picked up the hairbrush.

"No! Absolutely not! I refuse!" He jumped to his feet, hands reaching back to rub his blazing bottom.

"Guido!"

Before Brad could take a single step, Guido's hulking frame filled the doorway. "You can't do this to me! This is kidnaping!"

Alysse rolled her eyes. "Really, Brad, who would believe a big boy like you could be forced to do anything by an unarmed girl? But if you want to call the police and file a complaint, go ahead. I'm sure your boss would love to find out some of your, hm, more interesting extra curricular activities."

Brad was stuck and he knew it. As the Controller for a prestigious and very conservative corporation, he knew his career would never survive the news that he was a spanko. Alysse patted her lap again. "Come on, now. We might already be done if you were more cooperative."

Brad reluctantly returned to her lap, noticing that Guido remained by the door. He didn't have time to worry, however, as the hairbrush made contact with his right cheek. He jerked forward. "Owwww!" Before he could catch his breath, it slammed down on his left. "Ahhh! Nooooo!"

He was rapidly losing his composure as he bucked across her lap. "My God," he thought, "I had no idea it hurt this much! How does she stand it?"

Guido planted two meaty hands on Brad's back to hold him in place as Alysse mercilessly brought the hairbrush down again and again. His yelps soon turned to screams, then sobs His anger deserted him and he went limp across her lap, crying as she continued to pepper him with spanks, including several vicious smacks to area where butt joined thighs.

It took him a couple of moments to notice she had stopped, and was tenderly rubbing his back. When he once again became aware of his surroundings, he noticed that Guido was nowhere to be seen. As his sobs diminished, he lay across her lap unresisting, a thoroughly chastised little boy.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispered. "I'm really sorry."

"Sorry for your spanking?"

"No. Sorry for the way I've been acting."

"Really?"

He nodded.

"You're going to apologize to your staff."

"Ok."

She helped him to his feet and he pulled up his pants as tears continued to stream down his face. He pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his head on the top of hers. "I love you, Alysse."

She smiled. "I love you too."

In silence, they held each other for half an hour. Finally she said, "You better get back to work, you're overdue from lunch."

"I can't go back to work like this! I won't be able to sit down!"

She giggled. "Well, I'm sure you'll manage. Just as I've had to in the past."

"But..."

She reached for the hairbrush. "Do we need more?"

"No, ma'am," he said quickly, staring at the carpet.

She fought a smile. "Your clothes are in the bathroom."

He slipped into the bathroom, stripped, and stared at his bottom in the mirror. It was dark red with the beginnings of a few bruises, but it obviously felt worse than it actually was. In truth, he had spanked her more severely many times, and she hadn't reacted nearly as badly. "Maybe I am a baby," he thought.

He dressed and returned to the bedroom, greeting her with a warm kiss.

"Your office is right across the street, Love. You don't have far to go."

He nodded.

"And don't forget to apologize to your staff. I will find out if you don't."

"Yes, ma'am."

She walked him to the door, where he once again pulled her into his arms.

"Oh, Alysse?" he whispered in her ear as he nibbled.

"Yes?"

"I meant what I said. I will get you for this."

He turned and slipped out of the door. She smiled as she watched him walk gingerly down the hallway. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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